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"Are you entirely certain about this?" Hermann asked.
That was a taunt. Ahab knew those when she saw them. Hermann wanted a rise out of her. She wanted her to be offended.
And damn her, she was, because Captain Ahab was no coward. Well, if the woman wanted to play childish games, Ahab could play along. She cast a disparaging look at the brute of a strap-on Hermann had harnessed onto herself, sneered. "Are you trying to say I could get myself hurt? I could take that, easily! Pain is nothing to me. My soul is of iron, and so my body is of iron. No injury, no pain will ever stop me-" Hermann's nails scraped ever-so-gently against the scarred and pallidified stump of her knee as she spread her legs- "-from my purpose!"
"I'm very happy to hear that."
Was she going to flatter her now? A child's tactic, a coward's, a fool's. Ahab paid no mind to flattery. The only voice that mattered to her was the voice of her own self. The thick, bulbous head of the dildo-in that shade of purple that Hermann favored in her nails, a foolish vanity-loomed at her cunt. "Go ahead," she said with a taunting grin. "Do you worry you'll break me? I'm a strong woman, Hermann. I could take that and worse."
Hermann gave an amused little smile. "You are." It was hard to tell, cold as she was, but there was a heat in her eyes as she looked on Ahab. That gave her satisfaction-that was a hook to catch her with.
Her fingers tightened in the sheets. She'd felt far worse pain than the burn of the dildo that breached her then-far, far worse-so she ignored it. It was nothing, even if she couldn't stop the strangled gasp at how deep it went. Was the damn woman trying to fuck her lungs? She looked down to bark at her and saw that the brute was about half in her.
She'd had worse. It didn't matter. "I'm not going to break, Hermann," she growled.
"I was hardly treating you gently," Hermann retorted. "But if you insist-" She pushed the dildo in further, further, tearing apart the dry membrane of Ahab's cunt. The pain was irrelevant. Irrelevant. She'd had worse. Even if she was having trouble breathing, even if there was a hill in the withered, concave flesh of her belly from the insertion, she had had worse.
It hit something deep and kept pushing. Ahab was impaled. The cock was-it was not tearing her in two. She'd had worse than this. She was Captain Ahab. She wasn't going to be some sort of whining, pissing bitch over a piece of plastic.
"Down to the base," Hermann said with admiration, running her hand over the bulge in her belly. "Your resilience is impressive. I've seen young, strong Fixers piss themselves and sob when I've fucked them with this."
Yes, that was the sort of woman Hermann was. Used to taking control of strong fighters, making them her toys and wrapping them around her finger. But she wasn't used to someone like Ahab. She was older than her, wilier than her. Ahab knew every trick Hermann was using. She croaked, unable to form words.
Hermann's golden eyes watched her, calculating. Ahab wheezed.
"You won't...get me down...that easily." She panted desperately for breath, the rasped words a struggle to get out.
Hermann's mouth quirked in another little smile and she pulled out before slamming into her again. And then again.
Ahab's grip on the sheets went white-knuckled. "Fuck-shit-you fucking cunt-fuck-" Even as the dildo knocked the wind out of her with each thrust Ahab tried to keep up her blue streak of profanity before it broke off into ragged coughs and wheezing, spittle running down her chin. Damn Ishmael for forcing her into this, this state, unbefitting of Captain Ahab- She had had worse. She. Had. Had. Worse. She'd spent days bound in that U Corp ship with her leg bleeding as the fever raged, she could take a lubber scientist and her plastic toy from E Corp.
Hermann had stopped, though her eyes were glittering from arousal. Her hips were rocking into the vibrator attached to the strap in minuscule movements, jolting the beast in ways that would make a weaker woman sob.
She was playing with her, like a cat and a mouse. They both knew. Ahab would never, ever turn back. She could not be swerved. Her path could never be changed. Onwards, ever onwards, unable to change course, a train unstoppably rushing forwards.
"You're bleeding," Hermann said. There was a huskiness to her voice that there hadn't been before.
Was she? That wasn't surprising. It had felt like it was tearing her apart. "I'm not afraid of blood," she managed in a guttural, scraping voice. "Do you think I'm going to ask you to stop? Go on. Do what you want to me."
Hermann laughed-a low, surprised, seductive noise that someone else might be able to appreciate. Then she began to move again-not frenzied, not lustful, but merciless. A younger woman might have gotten wet out of simple self-preservation, but Ahab was too old and dried out for any more aid than the blood where she'd torn. There was a low, guttural gurgling in her throat as she tried to suppress more vulnerable, weaker noises, grip on the sheets white-knuckled. Hermann's cheeks had a faint flush of pink to them and she was breathing harder as she looked down at her.
She reached out a hand, her manicured finger stroking the wrinkled skin of Ahab's face, wiping away tears of pain-involuntary, involuntary, only a physical reflex, no sign of her weakness, damn her-and the drool from her mouth. As she fucked her deeper, Hermann traced her fingers over her chapped, cracked lips, pressing to the join of her mouth and forcing her to open it. She slid her fingers into Ahab's mouth.
"Suck," she said, voice thick with lust. This was why Ahab touched her crew and didn't let them touch her, she thought as she obeyed. Weakness. Letting them see her vulnerability. This would be how she'd get control over Hermann. She could barely breathe, slobbering weakly over Hermann's fingers as Hermann fucked her ruthlessly before the scientist took them out. There was a moment of something like relief as Hermann slid out, before she took Ahab by the thigh and by the stump of her bad leg, pulling her legs wide and her hips at an angle so Hermann could fuck her even deeper somehow.
"Fuck," she managed, and almost involuntarily as Hermann slid back into her with the blood-slick dildo, "Please-"
Hermann gave a sort of cut-off, throaty gasp. Weakness. Vulnerability. Her fingers dug into Ahab's thighs, finding pallidified flesh-it stung, but that was nothing to how her innards had been torn apart. Which was nothing compared to what she'd had before.
She breathed shakily for a moment. She came with as much control as everything else she did. But that was a crack in her, a crack where Ahab could crawl in, could draw this woman who was offering her everything to her cause.
She pulled out. Ahab couldn't suppress a grunt of pain-though she suppressed countless more pathetic noises. For a moment, the angry red flesh of her cunt followed the beast Hermann had fucked her with.
And then she was left stranded there, beached, on her back, dragging in gasping breaths like a fish out of water. The sheets beneath them were stained like a virgin's on her wedding night. Her face was a mess of drool and tears as Hermann removed her strap's harness and went to re-dress.
"...I was a bit rougher than I intended," Hermann admitted, her eyes going to the stain of blood on the sheets as she refastened her bra behind her back. "You may want to avoid strenuous activity for a few days. I'll send you assistance, of course. Let me know if there's anything you want."
"Pip," Ahab croaked. Starbuck was more loyal but he had more mind. He would get ideas. Pip's mind was broken and that made him perfect for her purposes. "Call...Call for Pip. Tell him to get me my pipe and something to drink. Whiskey. To clear my mind."
Hermann paused for a moment, looking at her. "Of course," she said finally, fixing her tie with a touch of amused fondness in her voice.